It was my first day at my new job. I finally landed the position of Historical Text Investigator. My first task was to rifle through a box of old books that had been gifted to the library from an estate. The man who died had been a world traveler and had collected books from every corner of the globe.

As I reached for the last book, a strange sensation flowed through me. I sat down in the chair behind me, worried I might be passing out. As I opened my eyes, I recognized the text on the cover of the book.